I must admit that I am the greatest procrastinator. Well at least applied to Christmas shopping. It is not that I want to fail at the exorcise. It is not that the ones who will receive my gifts are undeserving of my full hearted attention when setting about the task. A wave of incompetence and apathy takes over my psyche and creates a dreadful shopping situation. It is perhaps due to my procrastination that the world caves in on my appreciation of tasking this challenge into a higher realm of importance.
You are all saying, " Whatthefuck does this have to do with hooliganism?"
I hopped on the SD and headed to my appointed rounds by way of a fun back road into town. Wait wait, I need to back up a bit.
Last night while I was perusing all the very important things that I just cannot live without on Ebay, my wife was channel surfing for more mind numbing crap on the tv. She came across a new station offered along with the 123521 stations already available yesterday.
That is one big Dish that sits bolted to the side of our house. The station is called Velocity and on this station was playing the final round of BSB. She knows how much I loves my racing and she decided to treat me to DVR recorded racing and scrambled eggs and coffee and juice. SOOOOO..... my day started with the three final races at Brands Hatch on the big screen. Watching motorcycle racing for the start of Sunday morning is sweeter than going to the Church of the Poisoned Mind and a truly religiuos experience.
I had all the races recorded on my fifty two thousand hour DVR and it broke one month ago leaving me with no new recorded racing through the loonngg winter nap. This was a true blessing finding this station.

Im on a road I know semi blindfolded tearing tarmac toward the mall. Pretending I can ride like Shakey Byrne chasing down Alex Lowe's. Lofting the front on two fabulous knolls riding into a town of 100000 last minute shoppers with an opening in front of me like the parting of the Red Sea on Main Street USA and I cannot resist a second gear power wheelie that lasts for two and one half city blocks. Oppising traffic getting a fabulous spectacle. This I declare is the third best wheelie in my life. I am blowing myself away that the balance point is reached and how effortless this trick is being done. I lower the front, pull up to the stopped traffic in front of me and a Cop car turns right at the intersection heading opposite from the way I just hooliganised. We are talking 15 seconds of differance and I would have been handing my Christmas money to the bailiff in traffic court.
This gets to the question. Is it Hooliganism if there is no audience? I absolutely love an audience, though I will still fuckaround without one. I call it practice. All the practice seems to be for times like this and it is a rare occasion that I am placed into the perfect moment. Lucky and stupid is what I was.

Drib just do what every other male on the planet does when it comes to Christmas shopping............get the missus to do it.

Just getting turned on to Velocity

Let me just wade through the huge volume of replies by interested parties of this particular place..it's a fooking sleigh. Santa doesn't ride a dribbling sliegh, a sloff, a sloueigh or a procrastinating sloth, stick your merry musings up your misledandtedious tidings, adolescent poetry corner awaits your beautiful mind...we'll all be mucking about on bikes, some of us will even be crashing as much as this thread...